so if you love him, why keep him waiting for 13 years?" "Because I was afraid. Afraid of not being worthy, afraid of not knowing how to love him, afraid of waking up one day and not loving him anymore.

In years past, to keep their men close, women would wear a ring and bear children. It doesn't work like that today. Nowadays, how do we hold on to those we love? I've no idea.

It seemed as if I could see things in her that others couldn't see, qualities which not even she was aware of. It was as I I could already see in her the woman she would later become.

You'll stop hurting when you stop hoping.

Why was love such an addictive drug? Why did loving someone cause such suffering?

It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. What scares you, is not your weaknesses, but your strengths.

He understood then that neither time nor distance had lessened his love for her. But was love that made him ache with suffering truly worth fighting for?